I'm fine
"I'm fine"
those are the words that fall from my mouth as the blade hits my skin
people say I'm pretty, I say that's bullshit
they say I'm skinny, I say you're out of your mind
the truth is I'm not ok, I'm not fine
if you were to look deep into my eyes you would understand
I look at my skin and there is red
red cause from the silver isnt that amazing
they don't ask me how I am because they don't care
I don't want them to ask because i'm scared
I tell everyone I'm fine because i dont want to tell my story
I look at the blade once again and there is blood on the tip
freash blood ready to be washed away
I fall asleep and it's still there
the cuts have scabbed over
the blood has dried
but the depression is still here
why is it here why didn't it leave, i don't want it, i don't need it
it's just hurting me more feeling this constant pain
the constant ache
the constant worrying
do I look ok?
do I look fat in this?
what will they think about me?
people's opinion matter to me, they hurt but i don't care
i look at the past and wonder where it all went wrong
I climb out of bed and restart this pain
I go on with my day and all i say is "I'm fine"